Blade: The Art Of Ox Songtext / Lyric

Yeah

Black Milk

It's hard in these streets

From Mecca to Jerusalem

All day every day






Toe flex we bout to blow like octane

You know Cannibal Ox got mad slang

Who cares what you're named

They say a man who repeats himself is insane

I mix my saliva with propane

Flame on I spit that hot fire with Dylan

And stay inside the line with crayons

My whole aura is neon, ultra violet

Come out your mouth

I might get ultra violent

Now it's so quiet

You was popping that junk

Now it's so silent

Here's another token

We are the chosen

Wolves in the coven

Blade of the Ronin



We deliver the livest your novice we polish

Acknowledge?? mad men, shottas and god fathers

I rock the flow brick city bandit, im doctor no

Star studded glow cardio bars we give the go

Administer quotes

Diminish folks in minutes call it dinner time

Eat your food, rude or push harder to the finish line?? shine, musically we harness

Due process and Marcus flawless bombers

All time writers and fly garments

Marvellous talking prior markings, fire for warning

Inspired informant desired the entire performance

Niggas is boring we got the remedy virus in storage

Hennesy pouring, AOF, cannibal ox recording ah



Formalities and certain chances and variant circumstances

In surge of advancing

To miss the pivotal point?? grew a click and then digitally went spitting

Never that vacant transmission

Getting off ways like jet motto

Livin in ways you set morals the righteous path

Write on pads and lace audio, keeping kids

Being more intuitive monstrous

Learning origami, with folding paper into Ferraris

We move conscience, speed gazing, navigation

Looking like lasers, through night mazes



Did you hear of it?

Im harsh as the march chapter in the spearmint

With enough psychoactive synthetic substances to begin with

Generate combine within, to transcending

The second Nordic artefact independent descendent

Psychedelic therapy magic, meditation

The ritual is verical spiritual dedication

Well established hip hop savage with the cabbage

On average with multiple sounds of blackness

This is black magic, true art from new jeruz new arc

With two part documentaries fireworks shoot sparks

Go beyond we draw fire like kobes arm

In hip hop i go grimlock on stages that they throw me on



First class nigga

She on me like axe on my chest

Fresh like crest, straight headshots only lames aim for the best

Im taking 99.9 percent of the bet

Y'all can have all the rest, stress

Intravenously i feed these niggas the truth serum

Spit fire like he got a dragon in the booth with him

Hold your head and stand still

Balance the equilibrium

Process the beat, create heat

Faster then the pentium processor

Through the hood known as the pie stretcher

Measure the texture of the fish scale upon the dresser

Own a sea biscuit win by a nose on the track

Live at the aqueduct

NY yank on the hat

Whos up to bat

Sending a SOS to the slums of shao-lin

And to the late night husters on the north side of the island

Surveillance at the corner my eye

Bitch get off the snapchat and drive

Being followed because i sold a thousand instgrams, glide